there's something, no, things, floating around in the air between noses. it's a jolt. a pop. joints firing up. it's when my stomach turns as i eat my favorite food and remember someone i miss...
thinking about you even though you're in a different town and can't read this. i left a message on a machine listened to only by an empty house at two o'clock this morning.
"i don't know why i'm leaving a message when you're not their to hear it, but..."
i can't remember how i made it through months in a row. maybe i didn't know you the same way back then. it fucking hurts now.